While listening to, “why must I always explain “by Van the Man and “the magic rat” by the Boss, I also listened to some Third Eye Blind tonight. While my son Chance is so over them I am not, I was late to listen. I thought about a tow headed blond kid being the only gringo on a many of Mexico’s beaches, a kid whose smile always delighted me. I still smile at thoughts of it.

I haven’t had much time to spend with Chance lately that happens when you get older and less fun. I got a great email from him yesterday that made me think a lot about him. He has grown up and lives his own life now, but still to me is that kid! That one that shines brightly and full of joy and wonder, the one that has grown into a fine young man, may you reach your dreams.